Monday, 20 December 2010

Dreaming of a white Christmas

It was all building up to a crescendo. And then it came. Deep and crisp and even.

For the past few days, we have been up to our necks in snow. Across the land, we're feeling The Grinch's icy pinch. Oil stocks are running low, trains are being cancelled and freezers are being raided for fruit and veg sensibly put in during a summer glut.

We made our way to a carol concert at the Big House, walking along the snowy driveway. Brushstrokes in a Brueghel painting, illuminated by a waxing gibbous moon.

Mr Putter sang his longed-for solo when Caruso threw him a verse for We Three Kings, with Caspar landing in his lap, at the last minute. There was a round of applause when he finished, in time and on tune.

And then the concert we had all been waiting for, practising for, singing for, was cancelled.

So it was off to the pub for scampi and chips and an impromptu folk session featuring Ding Dong Daddy and friends, including the 2010 international solo jig champion.

As the dancer bounced up and down to The Bluebell Polka, flicking a leg here, flicking a white hanky there, the stuffed stag's head gazed down, unfazed by the Christmas bells and shiny baubles hanging from its antlers.

A truly enchanting village.

That's about it.

Love Maddie x

5 comments:

  1. And so this is Christmas, this time of the year...sounds like yours is a good one...and a happy new year! <:3 Jenny

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  2. Sounds .. enchanting. I hope you and yours have a wonderful Christmas.

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  3. Enchanted, indeed! Certainly more enchanted by your way of story telling and wonderful painting of word pictures!

    Merry Christmas to you and yours - and to the good folks here, there, and everywhere!

    Hugs!

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  4. Always a pleasure to visit here and I wanted to stop by and say that one of the highlights of my year has been finding this blog and enjoying your tales. Merry Christmas to you and a very happy New Year.

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